Paying in Naivety
Fuck it.
I don't even know who I am anymore. If I have one more emotional breakdown I think I will die.
Of embarassment.
Or stress cardiomyopathy, that condition where you die of a broken heart or whatever.
What is going on up there, Caroline? What is going on?!
I haven't actually written anything in a while. That makes me the slightest bit sad. Writing used to be my life, my outlet, and now it's totally died. Possible reason for random blubbering fests? Perhaps.
This week fucking sucked. Whatever to life.
Everything is so fucking confusing, and it doesn't help that I'm a complete idiot. I wish I knew about these things, but I don't.
There are a lot of things I miss about living. Like laughing. Not Red Bull enduced hysteria. Real laughing. And feeling genuinely happy. And knowing what to say. And knowing what not to say. And hugs for the sake of hugs. Kisses for the sake of kisses. Talking to you, and you, and you.
I don't even know who I am anymore. If I have one more emotional breakdown I think I will die.
Of embarassment.
Or stress cardiomyopathy, that condition where you die of a broken heart or whatever.
What is going on up there, Caroline? What is going on?!
I haven't actually written anything in a while. That makes me the slightest bit sad. Writing used to be my life, my outlet, and now it's totally died. Possible reason for random blubbering fests? Perhaps.
This week fucking sucked. Whatever to life.
Everything is so fucking confusing, and it doesn't help that I'm a complete idiot. I wish I knew about these things, but I don't.
There are a lot of things I miss about living. Like laughing. Not Red Bull enduced hysteria. Real laughing. And feeling genuinely happy. And knowing what to say. And knowing what not to say. And hugs for the sake of hugs. Kisses for the sake of kisses. Talking to you, and you, and you.